His wild guessing struck a vulnerable point. Again the Lady Loala nodded, this time speculatively.
"There is truth in what you say, Steve of Emmeity. You have not been tested nor tried; you have not been given the Treatment. But if you were, none could object. Were you given a mission to fulfill, and fulfilled it capably—" Her eyes lighted suddenly. "Yes! That is how it must be. So you would win my favors, Steve?"
"Who would not, O Mistress of Glory?"
"Then it can be arranged—on one condition. On the condition that you renounce your own race and become a human follower of the Daans. Say, Steve of Emmeity—will you join the Brotherhood?"
CHAPTER IX
Rebel—and Die!
"The Brotherhood, O Loala?" repeated Steve wonderingly. The silver princess of Venus smiled a faint half-smile.
"You have not heard of it, Steve?"
"But, no, my Lady—"